Buddy squeezed my hand tightly as we entered my apartment. After we kicked off our shoes he took the lead and, smiling puckishly, pulled me straight to my bedroom. I'd creamed my pants spectacularly less than half an hour ago, but the stirrings I felt now assured me I would still have plenty left for him.
It was dizzying how quickly the best day of my life was following after the worst. Losing my parents, my friends, and my job had nearly destroyed me, but in exchange I'd been given the world. My world was this skinny, geeky-looking, freckle-faced cherub. I was given to fantasizing about well-built guys, but I could find nothing unattractive about Buddy, who was shockingly a year my senior at twenty-one, but short and scrawny like a teen still waiting for his growth spurt. He'd saved my life, and now he'd stolen my heart completely in his stammering, timid way.
As diffident and self-conscious as he tended to be, there wasn't much sheepishness in him now. I couldn't miss the look in his eyes. There was a beast trapped within his fragile little frame, a beast that wanted my pants off as soon as possible. I was equally anxious, raring to see just how much more of that beast I could coax out of him.
Standing near my bed, I faced him fully, breathing hard. I took the hand that had been holding mine and pressed it against the bulge in my pants.
"Yours," I said emphatically.
"Mine," he whispered, gazing up at me with wonder and desire. He placed his other hand on me, and carefully unbuttoned my jeans. He licked his lips and then slowly pulled down my zipper. That soft zipping noise, accompanied by a tremulous breath from Buddy's sweet lips, was one of the sexiest noises I'd ever heard. It was far sexier than all the bed-creaking, moaning, groaning, wailing symphonies that my very active next-door neighbours provided me with during their enthusiastic fuck sessions.
Buddy tugged on my belt loops, sending my jeans to the floor. I stepped out of them. He gaped at the size of my bulge, now separated from him by only one layer of soft cotton fabric. My earlier spend had dried to a milky stain by now, but there was a fresh wet spot of precum. He touched it with the tip of his finger, and I gritted my teeth and hissed with uncontrollable pleasure, my cock twitching. Buddy smiled widely. He looked up at me and licked his lips again. I reached up to slide my thumb across his soft, moist bottom lip—that achingly sweet, innocent little mouth that had never touched anyone else's but mine.
"You're so perfect," I breathed.
His eyes dropped, and his cheeks burned red, darkening his freckles. He was unaccustomed to compliments, but I planned to get him accustomed before too long.
"Yes, you," I added. "Absolutely perfect."
His smile slowly returned, bringing a gleam to his beautiful eyes, which were a colour I still couldn't describe.
"What next?" I whispered. "I belong to you."
His thin chest puffed out, and his mouth worked to form the shape of a word: "Sh-shhhirt?"
I raised my arms and sat down on the bed so he could reach me better. He grasped the bottom hem of my t-shirt, paused a moment, and then pulled it up and off all at once. He beamed like a kid in a candy store, his eyes roaming all over me—there was so much he wanted, and he didn't know where to start. The poor little guy had crushed on me all the way through high school, and through the years since graduation, and he deserved to have everything he'd wanted all that time.
"Y-yyyou're so c-c-c-close... to being... naked," he stuttered, poking one of my nipples with a little giggle.
I nodded and chuckled. "Keep going if you want," I urged. I'd been feeling self-conscious about my body lately, having gained a bit of pudge and lost some of the tone I'd had back when I played football, but I didn't really care about that as much now that I had Buddy looking at me like a starving kid at a free buffet.
He gave another one of his impish grins before kneeling on the carpet in front of me. He carefully removed my socks and pushed them aside with the rest of my clothes. I sat there in my boxers, watching him watch me. He placed his hands on my knees and slid them slowly upward, stroking my bare thighs. His hands finally converged, caressing the bulge of my excruciatingly hard cock beneath its thin cotton boxer tent.
"Mmmmmm..." I groaned.
"Y-you like?"
"I like a lot." I gave my hips a little jerk toward him.
"Oh!" he yelped playfully, giggling. He wrapped his hands around my veiled shaft. "I c-c-can't believe this is hhhhappening!" He touched the wet spot of precum again.
"Ohhh," I sighed. "Me neither. This is... incredible. Is it anything like you've imagined?"
He smiled distantly and continued to stroke and touch me. "M-my imagin-nation... is not so vivid. I c-could hardly even p-p-picture doing... things... with you." He looked up at me warmly. "I did try... picturing you naked... a little. You're... b... bigger."
I grinned. "Yeah, I've put on a few," I teased.
He laughed and rested his cheek against my thigh for a few moments. "No, I m-mean... your...."
"My what?" I pressed.
He squeezed my shaft with both hands. "This."
I gasped at the action of his hands. "You mean my cock?" I purred, feeling exquisitely dirty. "You like my big... long... thick... hard... cock?"
A little shudder went through him. "Y-y-y... yyyes. Your... c... c...." He squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments, mouth twitching. "Cock!" he finally spat out triumphantly.
I groaned happily and tousled his wild, soft, auburn hair. "You're so hot!"
He laughed delightedly, and leaned closer to me. He pressed his face against my cock and balls and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm...."
"Oh!" I huffed. I could feel the gentle vibration of his indulgent moan through my most sensitive parts, and the warm press of his nose and mouth against me was almost unbearably delicious.
"Mmmm...!" He rubbed his cute little snub nose up and down my shaft, followed by his mouth.
"Nnngh!" I growled, twitching.
He pressed his lips against the tip, tasting the wet spot of precum on the fabric of my boxers.
"Ffffuck!" I groaned. "Yes fuck oh please—!"
His eyes flicked up to mine. He was clearly enflamed by my responsiveness, and perhaps recognizing the full weight of the power he possessed. His tongue prodded at me, making my hips jerk. I had never wanted anything so much in my life as I wanted Buddy's mouth on my bare, throbbing flesh in that moment.
"Pleeeeease!" I hissed, massaging his scalp with shaking hands.
Buddy smiled adoringly, flicking his tongue against me once more before pushing himself up to kiss me on the mouth. I knew my own taste well, and there was a faint salty tang of it on his lips that ramped up my desire even further.
"Buddy... ohhh...!" My breath trembled as it left my lungs.
"Y... your face right now, it's just... just... dreamy," he whispered, placing his hands on my cheeks. "M-m-mmaking you... look like that... it's the b-best thing in the... whhhole worrrld!" He nuzzled his nose against mine and then knelt down again, this time grasping the elastic waistband of my boxers. I leaned back on my hands and lifted my butt a little to help him out. He slid my boxers down gradually, his wide eyes fixated on my bulge as it was caught beneath the waistband, and then suddenly pulled free, slapping against my belly. He gasped and quickly yanked my underwear off the rest of the way.
I settled my rear back down on the bed and grinned down at him as he took in the sight of my enormous erection, bobbing eagerly, resplendently nude and scarlet-tipped. I'd never been naked and aroused in front of someone before, and there was a certain exhibitionist thrill in simply sitting there letting him gawk at me.
"You like?" I whispered.
His sweet lips parted softly, eyes finally flicking up to mine. I watched enthralled as that doll-like mouth that reminded me of Johnny Depp's made fascinating shapes, searching for the right words to answer my question. He gave up on words and just nodded. A few moments later his hands slid up my thighs and converged on my shaft again, this time without the intrusion of clothing. My jaw fell open as he touched my bareness with his warm, precise little hands. He gripped me firmly, one fist atop the other, and there were still a couple of inches above his hands.
"Wow... oh... wow," he huffed.
"You're telling me!" I gasped.
He slid his hands up my length and back down again. He kept one fist around the base and used his fingers to explore the head. I shivered as he passed a thumb around the edge of the mushroom flare, and then across the slit. His hand dropped down. He cupped my balls, fondling them gently in his hands.
"Th-these are big too," he whispered.
All I could do was pant and watch him adoringly. My sweet boyfriend, touching me, exploring me, and thrilling me perhaps more than he knew. He placed both hands around my shaft again and started tugging, tentatively at first, and then with a steady rhythm.
He was jerking me off. Buddy was jerking me off. I couldn't get over it.
"Ohhhh..." I exhaled quiveringly, melting into his touch. Precum oozed from my blushing tip, and Buddy slowed his action to watch it. He held me in both hands and milked my cock with one firm, deliberate stroke, drawing it out. The clear liquid, thick as syrup, collected in a glistening bead that grew in size until it threatened to drip. He leaned forward and parted his soft, innocent lips. Out came his tongue, reaching, just a few inches below that tempting bead of precum, and we both watched it languidly drop. For a few moments his tongue was connected to me by a thin, glistening thread. He closed his lips on it and looked up to meet my eyes as he savoured the appetizer of my desire. His eyes burned.
Buddy looked down again, eyeing the second dribble that was collecting at my slit. Quickly he darted forward and licked it, like a kid trying to catch the drip from a melting Popsicle on a hot summer day.
